I N T O ~ /D*A*R*K*N*E*S*S\ (heart)

[CrimsonMoon]

The guard lowers his gaze and murmurs firmly," She'll live, she's a tough girl..." He offers her his hand," Come, m'lady... You probably won't want to stick aroud to see what happens.."

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Rhoswen cast a nervous glance at Princess Faerydae, "But..shouldn't I stay? It feels a bit improper to simply walk away."

[CrimsonMoon]

" It is also considered improper to stare and a social faux pas to be awkward," Te guard murmurs," Or so Fae has joked to us time and again, so please, m'lady..."

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The girl inhaled deeply to calm her racing heart and slipped her small, gloved hand into the guard's. He was right; people would talk if she stayed by Faerydae's side so loyally. She was not even from Odin, although she had begun to like the fiery princess.

[CrimsonMoon]

He squeezes her hand gently and leads er away quckly," Where do you live?" He asks quietly," I should escort you home.."

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"Well, I had planned on staying for a bit," Rhoswen explained in a soft voice, her tone bordering on upset, "Mercia is quite far to travel, especially this time of night. My aunt, Queen Kalidara, could not attend the festival and sent me in her stead. She told me that she would procure lodgings here in Odin for me."

[CrimsonMoon]

" That castle will suityou than," He reassurres her gently," Fae has taken to inviting all sorts of people to stay within the palace... Een though she has such formidable enemies..

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"Why do so many want to see her dead?" As she looked up at the knight, it became clear just how young and inexperienced Rhoswen was with the world. Though she looked the part of a young woman, she had been raised in comfort and wealth, until her parents were killed. Never did horrible things like this happen around her.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Odin... Was once very poor and very much in debt..." The young soldier began hesitantly," Fae got us out of it... Even if it was not the most honorable way... She's paid for her sins many tiems over but not one of her enemies has been satisfied yet.." He leads her out of the banquet hall and across the long garden to the main palace,"

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"My aunt helped Mercia back on its feet as well," the girl murmured, looking puzzled, "But..I don't /think/ anyone wishes to hurt her."

[CrimsonMoon]

The guard chuckles gently, his winged helm seeming to glitter in the moonlight," She probably dowsnt wish you to worry.. I wouldnt blame her, Fae... We grew up together and she hated when people pitied her with a burning passion..

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"I don't pity her," Rhoswen tilted her head to the side slightly, pulling her bottom lip between her white teeth while she thought, "But I find it unfair that so many would oppose her. She seems, to me, a remarkable woman."

[CrimsonMoon]

" That's the problem," The guard muses,"'Thats exactly the problem..." He nods to another passing senty who nods back in return

" How fares the princess?" The sentry asked, apparently word spread like wildfire

" you've seen her fight, this will be no small battle though... She will pull through," Her escort answers

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Rhoswen hoped, for Odin's sake, that Faerydae did pull through. But the guard's words withdrew a memory, something her mother used to tell her, "A foolish girl is always safest," the noble whispered to herself.

[CrimsonMoon]

The guard glances at her, murmurig," I hope you learn from this, m'lady... Especially if you don't want to put others in danger as well... But f you really wish to learn something about Fae or history or... Hell, anything. Talk to Sir Gannon Freisian... He's the oldest knight in the kingdoms... And our Teacher."

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"Sir Gannon," Rhoswen repeated, as if filing the name away in her memory for future use, "I shall. Thank you."

[CrimsonMoon]

The guard nods and murmurs," And if you need any more assistance just ask for Commander Scout... He'll help you," He holds open a large door for her

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Rhoswen stepped into the main castle, looking around. She seemed to be as nervous as a bird.

[CrimsonMoon]

The castle was decorated with likedness of wings, feathers and foret animals. As the economy of Odin mainy thrived on its trading of game and exotic birds as well as other less contributive trades. The guard leads her through the hall ways, showing her where the barracks were as well as the linrary where 'Gannon Lives'. After an even longer walk, they reached the lving quarters," Choose any room," The guard muses softly

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To make things simple, the noble girl chose the closest room, "T-This one is fine," she told the guard, looking up at him.